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draqq_zyxx The meaning of life is to be aware.
The breath of life is to remember.
-Self

Title: Question about TMNT...
Posted: July 20, 2006 (01:41 AM)
I love the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - I still have my Michelangelo stuffed animal from way back when - but something just dawned on me.

Are the Ninja Turtles actually ninjas? I mean, maybe highly skilled martial artists. It seems that they fight ninjas more than they are ninjas. No shurikens. No poofs of smoke. Not much stealth with their colored masks and green self. Just a lot of weapons and pizza (which I don't mind). But are they really ninjas?
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Title: Wonder
Posted: July 18, 2006 (04:31 AM)
"Have you ever made someone laugh?" she said as she crossed her legs. The slit on the skirt was far too high, but her friends didn't seem to mind.

I was too tired by her questions to answer. It was probably unwise to ignore the bar owner, but then again, I'm not a very wise person. At least that is what my wife used to mutter after I make up my mind about anything.

"Ha ha ha." She stood up from her lounge chair and the shadow from her slitted skirt made a skinny triangle on the embroidered rug. Her laugh was not the kind made of cheer, so I got up from my chair and began to leave. Besides, she had already lured me into a long-winded conversation about her luxurious life, how I was just a common ruffian, and how the world is full of jesters that try to make it less obvious. No, her laugh was one of authority.

"What do you want here?" Her stupid fan swatted my shirt. "So many men walk in here wishing I was free. But my time is short and besides... I'm much more intrigued by you." Her breath smelled like alcohol. Dry alcohol. She loved that kind.

"You're not happy yet, are you?" She drapes her lotioned hands and arms around my shoulders and I know what she is about to do.

"Don't go." She weeps on my shirt but before I could feel the wetness of her tears, I began to drift away. Even though she was the only one that I made her laugh, I had to go. She still couldn't let go. To her, I was her guardian angel, her one and only husband. But I am just a ghost that she had kept under her breath.

And now that there was no breath left, she fell onto the rug. I had wanted to disappear, but she couldn't find the heart to tear me away. So I was left to watch her tears find the floor, laughing their way onto her naked imagination.

Her slit was too high.
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Title: Eulogy, From The Wolf
Posted: July 17, 2006 (07:47 AM)
Eulogy, From The Wolf

Your clothes reek of your scent. The dry hunger on my teeth sinks with ease. The forest is deep, but your fear makes it deeper. As you flee into darker green, my eyes turn red with light, and it will only begin to shine when your legs feel the depth of panic. You can hear my howl like the stench of death, because it follows you like sound. You can hear it echo on your flightless arms, your cheeks and nails and skull. The moon, so soft and clear, makes you trip onto a floor buried in white, hollow branches. The chase has only begun.
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Title: Her Still Figure
Posted: July 14, 2006 (06:07 PM)
Her Still Figure

The ripples on the bedsheets do not match her husband's. She even cheats the water.

She finds the mirror paler than the sky. Her face is caught in the frame. She stares at her skin, as dry as cobwebs, but her eyes are as lakes in moonlight.

The dawn through the window does not match her tears. The air does not breathe through the womb. The bedroom is her prison, her thoughts alone.

Killing her natural beauty.
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Title: Writing Is Not A Contest
Posted: July 06, 2006 (08:06 PM)
It is ironic for me, co-creator of ReviewSpotting, to say this, but writing is not a contest. Every writer is starting from a different point and is bound for a different destination. Don't be paralyzed by the thought that you are competing with everybody else who is trying to write and presumably doing it better - whether that is true or not. Such thoughts often happen in a writing class or writer's workshop such as this. Inexperienced writers are chilled to find themselves in the same space as writers who have credentials on professional gaming websites and nationally circulated publications. But don't be surprised to find the tortoises who move studiously toward mastering the craft eventually get there. I got a 59/100 for my Legend of Dragoon review, but I learned an important lesson - don't overwrite - and that lesson will continue to serve me well. When you stop making mistakes, you stop improving.

Forget the competition and go at your own pace.

Your only contest is with yourself.
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Title: Movie Review - the devil wears prada
Posted: July 05, 2006 (05:33 PM)
As a more or less decent chic-flick, the devil wears prada is a movie you won't mind seeing but also won't mind never seeing again. It is easy to bond with Andy (Anne Hathaway), a shy girl fresh out of college, pursuing her dream to become a journalist. Climbing the career ladder is never pretty, however, especially at Runway Magazine, the premiere fashion magazine centered in the make-it-or-break-it heart of New York City. Editor-in-chief Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep) is known as a boss more brutal, cruel, and strict than Cruella de Ville. With dowdy fashion sense and a timid puppy-dog personality, Andy is verbally skinned alive by her stiletto-strutting co-workers and her cut-throat boss. In time, her look goes from glab to fab and she learns the ins and outs of Runway, but will her job take her away from her friends and her boyfriend?

With such a cliche premise, the devil wears prada surprisingly works with the storyline and delivers a plot that is both comic and entertaining, but it does so at the cost of a clear message. You will gasp and laugh at Miranda's cruel antics, and you will want to wring her neck. On the other hand, the movie also wants you to sympathize with her, showing her personal life and her softer side. By the end, we are unsure whether the movie wants us to see Miranda as nice or not - or both.

Moreover, the movie awkwardly parallels Andy's climb in the workplace with her fashion sense. There's nothing wrong in wanting to look stylish and keeping in touch with your personal tastes, but the story cuts on the cliche "be yourself" too closely. It doesn't acknolwedge the possibility that you can "be yourself" yet be fashionable at the same time. There's nothing wrong with being beautiful, inside and out.

Though a few plot threads are left unfinished, the jokes are spot on and you will chuckle your way through the movie. Take the movie like Mean Girls. Sure, the story uses some cliche devices but it uses them genuinely and to its fullest effect. Its message, though not clear, is presented interestingly enough to walk the red carpet in style. You just won't need to watch the movie again. You can only walk down the red carpet in the same outfit once.

Score: 6.8/10 (B)
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Title: To Blue and Purple Yonder
Posted: July 04, 2006 (09:29 PM)
Crisscross goes the yellow
light to greenest seed;
turning, growing, new direction,
the deepest curves of rainbow.
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Title: Project Runway
Posted: July 04, 2006 (05:37 PM)
So excited about Project Runway airing on July 12th that I'm...

...where's everyone going?
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Title: Inversed
Posted: July 01, 2006 (10:39 PM)
I got a 59 for my review of The Legend of Dragoon. I think it was justified, but I loved it. I thought it was my best work - blending fiction and reviewing together. I suppose it was really out there. But I'm starting to think that my reviews are better received when I'm just professional or something.

I'm starting to think that the more I love my review, the worse of a score it gets. Herm...
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Title: Let's talk about crap, ba-by. Let's talk about L-o-D. Let's talk abaaaout crap.
Posted: June 30, 2006 (09:54 AM)
Queen Latifah: The hell I'm doin' on a blog on a gamin' website.

Sorry, but that's the way LoD rolls.

Don't be frettin' my review, 'caus it's chillin'.
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Title: Hard Look at Sushi?
Posted: June 29, 2006 (08:13 AM)
Sat down and took a hard look at my FF9 review and made numerous edits. *Keeps fingers crossed*

On a side note, I went to a sushi bar yesterday. And with my parents and a guest, we ordered sashimi for 3 people. What came out was a 1 foot by 1 foot plate. So today I'm having breakfast, lunch, and dinner sashimi - and salmon roe for dessert.
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Title: Positive Presumptions
Posted: June 27, 2006 (04:41 PM)
Since there wasn't much RotW this week, I'll just say that I was in the top three. I think that woodhouse's review should be there as well.

I'm being caught up in the Summer Bash competition. Probably because it's the biggest thing we've held yet.

I got the shivers.
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Title: The Legend of Dragoon Craps On My Nostalgia
Posted: June 26, 2006 (05:23 PM)
Thank you, Legend of Dragoon, for making it clear that my childhood memories are but a big, fat lie.
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Title: Cookin'
Posted: June 23, 2006 (11:44 AM)
This review took me longer than most, but it got done. Let me hope you like it.

Final Fantasy IX

I just realized that I like instant noodles. Maybe it's the MSG...or because I can't cook.
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Title: Along The Bedside
Posted: June 12, 2006 (03:29 AM)
The cuff of a tuxedo, wrapped in plastic, drifts in the wind that comes from the air conditioner. Light, illuminating from the screen of my laptop, shines on the crevices between the wrinkles of plastic. The dark room covers my skin like hollow weight. Staring again, the plastic now jangles like the fingers of a skeleton. It moves like my father's face. It lingers with life as it tells me of my youth. My body turns cold and my eyes turn dry, but I dare not turn off the air conditioner. Without the wind, the plastic would sink into the lining of the suit and tell me my father is dead.
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